possibly the best quote in Zulu
"How far can you redcoats march in a day?"
"oh, 20 miles."
"Well a Zulu regiment can run - RUN! - 20 miles in a day. AND fight a battle at the end of it!"
"There's daft it is. I don't see no point in running to fight a battle."
cranky about Star Wars again
The idea that he’d have a grandchild growing up in obscurity until the time is right “feels” very Palpatine. I just wish it’d been a consistent plot point for all three movies (rather than an obvious “oops sudden change of direction”) and they’d done something different than the “kill me in order to make me more powerful” thing. Like the love-hate between Kylo and Rey is EXACTLY the sort of bullshit Palpatine would love to exploit.
Just… these are the same folks who whitewashed Reagan and both Bushes, created a war on Christmas, scare upper middle class people that tax increases will actually hit them, portray preventative measures against a horrifying pandemic as bad. Convincing Americans that an unfamiliar perspective is an all out attack? That’s child’s play for them.
I’ve also been thinking about my boundaries with money a lot, I think because this weekend was spendy for me. I can spend a lot on food (necessary, theoretically gets used/easy to dispose of, $10-100 increments) and books (difficult to damage, $5-40 increments), and used books/cooking seems to justify it, but avoid dropping money on anything else (models/minis/paint REALLY comes to mind here). I don’t feel great about that.
Further Confusion is coming up and even if I am able to do it practically;
* I get pandemic-related anxiety, haven’t been to a con since 2019, haven’t been to FC since 2018, haven’t flown since 2010, and the Bay Area is full of memories. So I worry about being a wreck during and after the con.
* I would love a fursuit. In theory I can now afford one which gets into all sorts of anxiety about spending money (I grew up poor and have crummy fluctuating boundaries about spending).
heading towards bed. Trying to remind myself;
I don't know for sure that I'm a terrible, deficient, worthless person who is now past any chance of getting anywhere in their life. I *do* know for sure that I had a crappy childhood that passed on all sorts of terrible messages, and that stress - and I've been stressed - pulls me back towards those hostile thoughts. Occam's razor definitely suggests a more self-affirming conclusion, here.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.